My first big event of the year was one which I had ridden for the first time last year, not long after the death of my Uncle Neville, who lived in Brighouse, almost on the route of the ride. I was a mix of emotions – excited as it’s an amazing event, but also nervous; knowing that I had managed to ride up every climb last year without putting a foot down, I was putting pressure on myself to do the same again this year. I was much better prepared this year than last – a good block of strength training followed by a couple of weeks of aerobic endurance training after getting my power meter meant the legs were feeling pretty good. I was hoping to keep the dreaded cramp at bay and enjoy a great day out with my South Normanton club mates Mark and Phil.
We made a weekend of it with the family, staying over in a hotel on the route of the ride. An all-you-can-eat breakfast was followed by a nice 15 min spin to the start. Met up with Mark and Phil at the start, where we waited towards the back of the field for the off, with a minute’s silence in memory of Mike Hall a poignant moment of reflection. Mark and Phil are veterans of the RVV Cyclo and residents of Derbyshire like me, so no strangers to cobbles or hills.
We set off at a good pace, tagging along with several different groups on our way round. That first cobbled climb on the route, Steele Lane, I found to be a similar experience to last year. The adrenaline sends the heart rate shooting up, and you end up wondering how you’ve ever going to make it up the other 12 cobbled climbs to follow, plus all of the other climbs along the way. Make no mistake – this is a very tough route. 124km with around 3,000m of ascent is tough anyway, but adding in the challenge of riding on cobbles for the steepest climbs on the route, lots of which are pretty choppy, in poor condition, and it really takes its toll.
Feed station one seemed a lot further than I remembered, and was manned by the usual crowd of families all super-helpful and willing to do everything from tearing open energy drink sachets to helping stuff gilets into jersey pockets (it was getting a bit warmer after a few stiff climbs). Most of the really grippy stuff comes in between the two feed stations – most notably Shibden Wall, which features on this year’s Tour de Yorkshire, which starts off on steep tarmac, flattens out a bit, then you are faced with a wall of cobbles which twists and turns and then really kicks up after the switchback all the way to the top – 0.9km in all at 15% average. Phil and I are duking it out nearing the top in the left-hand photo below.
The next big challenge comes just before the second feed station. A brake-cooking descent with switchbacks into Luddendenfoot, then a few sharp turns through the tiny village brings you around the back of the pub, and a right turn into Old Lane, marked “Unsuitable for motor vehicles.” Not for bikes though! The worst cobbles and steepest gradient on the whole ride, plus plenty of people falling off and pushing, make for a huge physical and bike-handling challenge. Last year I had a clean run at this, whereas this year I had to pick my way round the carnage laid out before me. The only way is to stay seated, as any attempt at getting out of the saddle inevitably results in spinning out due to less weight on the rear wheel. I had my Schwalbe S-Ones at 65/60psi front/rear and ‘glided’ over the cobbles without any hint of slippage all the way to the top. The steepest part comes right at the top, as in the right-hand photo above, with a handily placed rail if required.
The next section of the ride is a large loop out of Luddenden, out across the moors and past Warley Moor Reservoir. Stunning scenery and perfect weather conditions made this the most enjoyable part of the ride for me. Virtually no wind, blue sky and white clouds. This brings you back to Luddenden via Cock Hill which featured on the Tour de France Grand Depart in Yorkshire, and then back vie Sowerby Bridge and a few more little cobbled kicks before the final test – Trooper Lane.
There is no other way of describing Trooper Lane other than absolutely brutal. It is laugh-out-loud steep, long, and about half of it on cobbles. Its only saving grace is that the cobbles are pretty good. It starts with a few nice little switchbacks on tarmac, before going to a straight, long section of cobbles, then turns left and kicks up to 30%+ at its worst, before another left turn onto the final ramp. It goes something like this: “Damn, that’s steep.” “Here come the cobbles, and now it’s even steeper.” “Do I have any more gears? No.” “Can I stop now, please?” “NO – there are lots of people with cameras.” “What!? Now’ it’s even steeper!” “Can I stop now please?” “NO – nearly there.” “Relax – you’ve made it!” The sense of achievement when you reach the top is incredible, and takes you back to the thought experienced on the first cobbles of the day of “how am I ever going to get up the rest?”
Usually the run back to the finish is a fairly sedate affair, but due to roadworks we had to follow a diversionary route which included a fair amount of uphill too. I could really feel the strength and conditioning work I had done over the winter, as I was still able to dig deep and produce really good power numbers even with all those miles and climbing in my legs. Once back at Spen Valley High School, we signed back in and collected our beer and yet another banana and had the chance to reflect on what had been a marvellous day out on our bikes.
I couldn’t have asked for a better bike on which to complete the ride. The Mason Definition is a stupendous bike – so versatile, fast and comfy. The Hunt 4-Season Disc wheels now have just shy of 10,000km on them, including this ride twice, and are still running as true and silky smooth as the day I took them out of the box. Combined with the Schwalbe S-One 30mm tyres, it makes for an absolute cobble-eating machine, which left me with no aches and pains at all the next day, despite the punishing nature of the ride. It was great to see several other sets of Hunt wheels on the ride, and speak to a couple of people in the process of purchasing some. I am honoured to wear the Hunt kit and hugely grateful for the support I receive from Tom, Pete, Oli and Dan (and Josh too, who has now moved onto new challenges). If you’re in the market for some new wheels or a 4-season weapon of a bike, look no further than Hunt and Mason.